Trashing fantasies
Is death of the soul.
Flirting with sorrow
Idolizing bleeding hands
Distorted drama
The chaos of a middle class life.

Psychosomatic Melodramatic
Bullshit
Feel the maggots feed
on my outer crust
A porous mask of skin.
Crumbling yearly
absorbing every word
Like a pinprick
And every vision
Like a spiderweb.

CF
2/13/02
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